Meesei nooded. "It would be unwise for the Alpha to lie to her pack members, lest they lose faith in me. You are being given a generous offer here. That werewolf that attacked you, it was feral, a lycan that had become little more than a feral beast. Many of the inexperienced fall down that path, losing the ability to separate the beast from themselves. You were right to kill it. We are different, we hunt with purpose. We hunt for our lord and live for each other. We are a family, a pack with a bond tighter than any simple blood relation. We are a pack that is offering to accept you into our fold, to take you under our care, with no cost other than that you listen to my word."

At this point, Lorag took a few steps forward, his mind made up on what he had observed. "Yeah, yeah, I see it now. I think I remember you. You're one of the kids in the Avarul family. What was it, Fendor, Feindro, Fendros, Fendrul...somethin' like that? I was born in Cheydinhal, lived there before I ended up in the Legion. I got to say, your parents were some of my favorite people in town. Never met 'em in person, of course, but they made some of the best wine in town at that vineyard. Ah, what I wouldn't give for a bottle..." He said, his voice trailing off at the end as his mind retreated into the memories of the fine wines and ales he used to have. It was about the only part of civilized life he missed.